Flower in the Dark

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59

Violet

Zachary leaves me sitting there, naked on his bed, staring after him in shock at the abrupt change of mind. He’s letting me go. It hits me that he is really doing this, so I quickly dress and snatch up the keys. I stop to grab my stuff from my room and I hurry to the front door. The ring has several keys on it and I fumble in my urgency, dropping them a few times as I switch them out, looking for the right one.

I scream out in distress when I realize that it was a trick and that the key I need isn’t on here. I sink to the floor, defeat swallowing me up as I look around the house that is to forever be my prison…

60

Z

Laughter fills my mind as I watch on the cameras. After she left my room, I went back in mine to watch her. Darkness pulses through my blood, at the knowledge that she will never escape, that she will never be free of me.

A sick glee lights up my face with a twisted grin as I watch her struggle with the keys. Her desperation as she tries to find the right one fills me with pleasure. I open my palm, the silver key she needs shimmers in the dim light of the room. Her anguished scream when she realizes I have deceived her is music to my fucking ears. I turn off the cameras and shut down the computer, and then make my way down the stairs to my broken little flower, whose soul I have just watched shatter all over the hallway floor.